I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'Really doe, really doe, you's a really silly hoTo think that you could fuck with me then step to my broNo, I don't think so, nor do I drink, soThat seems to me to be the reaction of a stank hoHow could you play yourself when I thought so much about you?So now the sugar dick daddy's got to do without youI guess I'll proceed to the nextI'm going to miss your eyes, your smile and, of course, the sexFrom the very first day I met you, I didn't think I'd get youThat's why I didn't sweat youI knew there was another because I saw you with himStill you turned around, winked your eye and gave me rhythmI said, "Oh shit, it's time to get with it"Pulled out my blade and your man's neck splitI grabbed you by the hand, he didn't understandBut I stepped off the scene just knowing I was the manWe enjoyed the date, also the nightThen I said to myself, "Self, something ain't right"Excuse me, miss, can you tell me what's the twistIt seems to be you're too promiscuousShe was wookin' pa nub in all the wrong facesWookin' pa nub in all the wrong placesMan, I didn't know what to think of youWhen I found out you ran through my whole damn crewMolecules, Cee-Low and Chucky SmashShowbiz, AG and the whole BoombashYou hit them all off, it wasn't just meAnd then I heard you boned Chi-Ali, damnI said, "Oh no, ho, you gots to goBut take my number though 'cause, yo, you never know"See the way Mr Lawnge likes to play themI only like to lay them around five a.mI had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'Now, when I first saw ya I tried to ignore ya'Cause niggas was playing you closer than rice and goyaFace like Halle, ass like AnginaFeet like Pebbles and cook like Aunt JemimaPlus I hear that she's quick to bring a nigga to the brinkBeaver? Nah, believe her shit's all minkShe played the party scene like she had a death wishAnd niggas crazy sweated her like she wrote the guest listOut of sight, me and my peeps are getting solarShe walked by, I reached out and said, "Yo, nola""That's not my name", I said, "I know, but anywayHoney, take this number you can call me any day"Quicksand, I didn't understand that she's a fanRather that honey wants more props than a kickstandShe'd told her friends what I told mine here"I'mma knock that ass in due time, hear?"She called the next day and I'm like, "What's your occupation?"The method in my madness was the same of operationShe was a po' ho, a hobo, a part-time boho soYo, for the ring, she's giving low blowsSchematic peeped, she came by to let me hammer herShe's looking right, damn, I should've hid the cameraShe hit me off but, yo, it's my wordShe got dropped by the first, picked up by the thirdI lay down sleepy, that shit was crazy creepyRrring! I pick it up, this nigga's like, "Somebody beep me?"I'm feeling cheated, the shit shall never be repeatedBefore I get defeated, yo, I'll beat it'Cause I use steel-plated latex latelyAnd when they say 'downtown', yo, I stop at 42nd Street'Cause to get laid many prices are paidAnd I'm so 'noid I don't want a band-aidI try to stay aware of the drama, it's crazyPlus, see I got to tell your mama that I'm swayzeI had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had her(Oh, it seems that you're a ho)I had her, you had her, we had herHe had her, she had her, they had herI don't want you no mo'Cheers to the gigolos and the hoesAbout to open up your nose 'cause that's the way my love flowsTo every man that said he'll never get up in itIf I said that you could win it you'd be at my house in five minutesThe sugar's so sweet and if I let you get me in between the sheetsIt's my beat, I'm telling you again and againI don't get nasty with the men like I get nasty with the penPeople like to call girls that like men with money trashBut you's an ass if you don't like a nigga with cashI don't really care, I like the big bucksSo if I gotta be trash, yo, fucking call a garbage truckLove don't have a price but you gotta know the dealI'm a tell it like it is 'cause I like to keep it realWhen a man's broke he's got his hand on the triggerBut if his pockets got figures he ain't sweating the next niggaI like a nigga that rolls strong, when I'm in the studioMaking songs, he's out making the pockets longSo peace to the niggas with wealth, niggas that go for self'Cause I ain't fucking with nothing else